cripes. Come along about noon…I just get my spavined body settled onto the bed with the heating pad cooking the sprained groin muscles, and…
!!!!!BING BONGGGGG!!!!!
God DAMN it.
Drag out of the sack, limp through the house…limp through the house…limp through the house: Gerardo and his boys at the door: all set to rake and blower and trim and blower and rake and, forGODsake fix the goddamn busted plumbing in the front yard and….
…and who the hell knows how much that’s gonna cost.
All I wanna do is try to cook the pain out of my leg. Guess that ain’t gonna happen today!
God only can imagine how much he’s gonna gouge me for today’s antics. My guess is around a couple hundred bucks. DAYUM!
Can’t complain, because it’s work that…
a) I don’t really know how to do; and
b) I absolutely positively don’t WANT to do.
But…hafta say, today I’d ever so much druther NOT have anyone do it. DAYUM! Let me lay on the sack under the damn heating pad and freakin’ leave me alone!
My gawd, this stupid thing hurts. Why escapes me. I must have twisted the joint and then laid on it crooked during the night, while I was sleeping.
Wouldn’cha think that would wake you up? If it did, I sure don’t remember. All I know is, I came to this morning with my hip hurting so bad I can barely waddle around the house. And now it hurts and hurts and hurts and HURTS.
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GEEEZ! Talk about hurts! Gerardo the Wonder Yard Dude just charged me some staggering around of money to repair the irrigation system. Just what I wanted to do: spend the afternoon bankrupting myself.
And now I’ll get a blast of RAGE from my son, who will be totally NOT happy when he sees how much I paid for this project.
Daaayyy–yuuummm!
MAKE IT STOP, LORD!
{Cosmic laughter echoes out of the heavens…}
